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Monday, June 27, 2011

Leda

Old white-haired Zeus, you don't fool me.I see the dent Athena left in your dome,And the way you've taken to wearingYour pantsAlmost up to yourArmpits;The way you're prone to wanderingThe pharmacy lanesFor something forYour hemorrhoids and chilblainsIsn't godlike.It isn't even manly....and now you come as a frothy swan,a styrofoam cup in a bird bath...Well, you're too late.

Night came across the water as I was bathing--I couldn't see,And she was just as ill-tempered as they say.What could I do except to wrap myself around her, smooth and wet,And that neck,So long,I had to kiss its every feather in order to believe in it.Tired Zeus, a dark storm has settled over my world,And I live inside,Bitch and bride,Marked by her and owned.It's really no placeFor an old man to be,Disguised, decrepit, alone.

23 comments:

For a moment I was lulled into the idea that this was a humorous poem. I think not. You shift from the general to the very private and sensual without missing a step and manage to paint two different pictures of seduction at the same time so that they become interrelated reflections. Loved it.

Every time I read one of your poems, I don't think it can be better than the last. (I do have some strong favorites that made me cry or pulled at some emotion long thought to be drowned). But every work of yours is stronger, different, turns in a new and different way. You are fearless in plumbing your depths and brilliant in the ways you access them. Always excellent, how could we all not fall in love with you?Gay

Like hedgewitch, I almost thought this would a funny poem, but instead it seems very contemplative to me and personal. As usual, your imagery is so captivating..Zeus, as the old man and the black swan...they will stay with me today:~)

Where I live they do what's called "controlled burns" in the forests because the underbrush so thick it becomes more of fire hazard than the controlled burn.

After one of these burns, the areas look decimated -- black with no life. Then, two weeks later, there's all this bright green popping up through the charred surface. It always amazes me how determined life can be to live.

I'm not sure why this came up and how relevant it is, but I'm leaving it anyway:~)

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Modesty spoken here.

kindred spirits

"I have been blessed with these two gorgeousWings and I refuse to load my heart with weights."

--Marina Tsvetaeva

“I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” ― Jack London, The Turtles of Tasman

"The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all." — Ted Hughes

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The Word Garden consists of original poems written by me, Shay a.k.a. Fireblossom. Please stop a while and enjoy them. But don't pick the blooms that you find here, they must not be planted elsewhere without permission of the author.